In honor of National Siblings Day (who knew?) I wanted to share this beloved photograph.
My brother and I have been through more than he probably cares for me to say in a public forum. He has always carried the greater burden of our life before America, and I never appreciated that until I was much older.
Mom always tells us: There’s just the two of you. When your father and I are gone, all you will have is each other.
He’s getting married next month (finally!) and I will cry like a baby, which is unfortunate, as I will be in the wedding and all photos of me will be ruined.
Khoi huk jao lai lai!